Tuesday 31 March 2009

Glandular Fever.

4 hours of sleep, less than 3000 calories in the last 4 days, a swollen liver and glandular fever.

I have, however, watched 8 episodes of The Wire: Season 2 in the last 2 days. I'm off to watch more now. Thats a highlight.

Saturday 28 March 2009

sorry sorry sorry

All I've eaten today is a bowl of supernoodles. I'm not at all hungry. Those who I eat lunch with at college will have noted my crammed lunchbox and insatiable appetite, however today has proved to be rather odd. I walked the coastal path from Carbis Bay to Lelant this evening. I walked across Porthkidney Sands and watched the changing colour of the sky over St Ives. The sea was of an interesting colour also. It was extremely windy, bitterly cold and the waves were very choppy and rough but in a strange sense it still looked inviting. However to my mind now that idea seems completely bizarre because I am sat shivering feverishly in a cold room. The muscles in my lower back have cramped up because of the chill. But at the time the sea looked rather fresh and clean.

Since getting back I have felt awful. That horrible ominous black cloud has floated over my head once again and I feel compelled to do nothing but sit here and think about all sorts of negative things. Consequently I'm really sorry that you have to read all this crap that comes spewing out of my mouth, I truly am. I guess a slither of me finds it theraputic to ramble on about my feelings at the expense of the reader.

Thursday 26 March 2009

What? It's not like a First bus to break down?! How peculiar!

I was sat at the back of the bus today on the way home. The carriage started filling up with engine fumes. Coming past Redruth there was a massive bang and then white smoke started pouring out of the exhaust. We pulled up on the bypass & waited for a few decades. The replacement bus was a single decker. They send a single decker to replace a double decker? Damn First buses! I had a nice spacious back seat & then I had to trade that for a step at the back of the bus.

I bought TV on the Radio's album today. Pretty smashing album. I was listening to it when I dropped Robin & Aaron home today. I left my house and the dial was below the red and on the white empty line. I still managed to drive about 5 miles. Mind you, I was travelling at 20mph most of it.

Tuesday 24 March 2009

I want to go away to a city. Life in Cornwall depresses me too much. I know it's outstandingly beautiful, and I know that I don't know how lucky I am, and I know that you used to have to walk 7 miles to school when you were younger, and I know that I don't know I'm born, but I just feel that everyone down here is so blinkered and so unaccepting.

Today has been a good day, but for some reason my mood has plummeted this evening. I have so much pent-up bad emotions and feelings, I don't know how I can release them. I need to sleep I think, but I don't want to. I don't want to go to sleep because I know the next thing I will consciously experience is the harsh bleep of the alarm clock, and the ominous thoughts of a dull depressing day at college. I woke up this morning quite happy for once because I knew I didn't have maths today, but tomorrow won't be the same. I have really bad indigestion today also. :( x

Saturday 21 March 2009

helllooo i'm drunk

I saw Shanty Baba in town. The man who tells the St Ives ghost stories. I am so drunk right now. I told him that his stories were a load of bullshit. He said that it was my opinion. He then asked me to sit down with him outside the shop. So I did. He then said I should draw a dot on my forehead and stare at it. He said I'd see things that would scare me. I'm not sure if I would though. He is full of bullshit. Bullshit baba is what we should call him. But respect to him for sitting down with me and talking about Indian philosophy. No matter how much bollocks it is. Jeremy will be able to tell me if any decent philosophical theories have come from India. I'm sorry for being so fucking drunk when I post this.

Saturday 14 March 2009

i wish

Today I sat overlooking Porthmeor reading. The air ambulance came for someone and landed on the sand. I wanted to know what had happened. But I couldn't really wonder down without looking like an insufferable rubber-necked individual. I hate gossips but love gossipping. I'm just one big simmering pot of hypocrisy I'm afraid.

I was looking at the empty Woolworths today and thinking it would make a great 3 storey art gallery. And every now and again we could have a band play there on an opening night maybe. Not smallish local bands, but bands like Fleet Foxes & Radiohead. It would be amazing. Mellow music whilst people can look at art. Fleet Foxes are my new favourite band btw. People would object against it being an art gallery though. Someone always does. Somebody wrote a letter to the times & echo saying how nice it would be to turn it into an indoor market like Truro Pannier Market. Eurgh. Possibly the most disgusting idea I've ever heard. There was a rumour that Stringfellows was denied permission to use it as a lap dancing club. Haha. It will end up becoming Iceland or Argos unfortunately which is probably worse than the market idea.

And my computer screen has just rotated 90 degrees so the lines are now descending down the page. This is really weird. It's never happened before. I'm getting a crick in my neck just operating this damn thing. If anyone knows how to sort this out then comments will be much appreciated. You can tell me what you think of my Pope Benedict XVI mug too. I personally think it's the best mug ever made.

Tuesday 10 March 2009

Are you sitting comfortably?

Then we'll begin.


I thought my teacher was going to yell at me today. I suggested that the main cause of the Berlin Blockade was perhaps due to the fact that Truman didn't return his library books to Stalin. For a second she had this glint in her eye that suggested she was going to slaughter me. It subsided. But she still said something about taking work seriously. I was tempted to just mention that I had an unconditional offer from Falmouth so it didn't matter if I took it seriously or not but then I thought of the lecture I would get in return so I decided against the cheeky quip.

I watched Slumdog Millionaire at the cinema this evening. It was ok. One of my favourite parts was the dance that the cast did on the train platform during the end credits. That was really interesting.

When I got home, Fleet Foxes were on the culture show. So I'm in a wonderfully relaxed mood because I've listened to their album twice this evening now. I want a big bushy beard and to be as friendly as the man who lives on my road in the pickup truck. Or to be as mysterious as the alcoholic on my road. He used to be a concert pianist. But now he goes to Tesco every morning at 8am to buy beer. The other day I passed him and offered a 'hullo', to which he replied 'morning'. Then he hastily spun around and was very quick to point out that it was in fact the afternoon. As soon as he had said 'morning' I could see that he was thinking 'Oh shit! Now he's going to know I'm drunk. Better correct myself.' It was just the way he said it that made it quite funny. Perhaps I should start chatting to him.

Thursday 5 March 2009

Yet another topsy turvy day in the life of Tom

I took the car to college so I could leave early to get to the dentist on time. The dentist! I know! What a bore!

I left college early which I was glad to do. In my last period, the lecturer accused me of skiving her lessons (which I hadn't) so I got rather defensive and at one point extremely rude. Escaping the class I ran down into the estate. It was raining heavily by this point. On approaching my car I noticed I had left the lights on. Oh fantastic. This just couldn't get any better could it. I tried the ignition, hoping for the beast to fire up, but it made some measly clicks and died on me. I sat in the car, waiting for mum to drive up from St Ives so we could jump start the car. She came. Eventually. So there we were, mother and son, with their cars parked together, bonnets up in the driving rain. It was horrendous. Anyway, Team Trevorrow managed to get the car started and I drove home. I had to put up with an awful lot on the way home. Frozen feet, wet hair & wet shoes. At one point an SUV tried to merge into the very lane I was in. I had to swerve to avoid the prick. I sounded my horn. Later he overtook me and just stared at me. What a bastard.

Ah well. I can put that all behind me though, because when I got home I opened what was the best letter I have ever received.

Addressed from Falmouth, I knew this was it. In or out. I had to re-read the opening sentence several times because I couldn't find the phrase 'We are sorry to inform you' in it. It came as such a shock. I thought I had done hideously in the interview. And my portfolio contained more unfinished work than finished. Yet somehow by mistake they have offered me a place. Further good news is that it is an unconditional offer, so now that means I can lead a stress free life of aimless meandering through Zennor moor and divulging whole cheeseboards of creamy heaven. Not giving a damn about my college subjects. Ha! As if the lecturers would allow me such a pleasure! I've realised by now that the 'enriching rewards' of being a teacher is less of seeing us grow in our understanding - which is consequently what they tell us - and more the power trips of delivering their own personal brand of suffering. The amount of times I was ran into a corner by a teacher who could smell the fear and just lived off it. I think some of the most vicious two faced people I've ever met have been teachers. Teachers are nothing but mild sociopaths with qualifications.

Perhaps that statement is rather too sweeping. I know many teachers who are very pleasant, kind and forgiving. Yes. On second thoughts it's only a handful who are absolute tyrannous brutes. I should have stated that before perhaps haha! But I guess views and opinions are always much more exciting when hardened, encompassing and sure of themselves.

Although it doesn't necessarily make a person like-able. For instance Piers Morgan who is about as smug as he is both ignorant and arrogant. He seems to believe that he is some sort of Paxmanesque no-nonsense journalist who also happens to be born with a superior set of morals to everyone else, but at the same time holds the view of the majority and the respectable working man. His voice was used for a commercial recently and he said in it 'It is my opinion, and therefore a fact...' It was so incredibly frustrating when I heard it. Is he trying to get everyone to hate him? I wish he would wake up one day and realise: 'Oh my God! I'm such a cock!'

Apparently Stephen Fry made the joke: What's the definition of countryside?
Killing Piers Morgan.

Sunday 1 March 2009

Is March 1st the first day of Spring? Or is it the 21st?

I can never remember. I can't wait for winter to be over.

White is such a glorious tone. If the world was lit everywhere with pure white light. Then I'm sure people wouldn't be tired nor irritable, irksome nor angry. The world would be a much nicer place.

I think probably the greatest failure of the human race is the eternally ongoing roadworks of St Ives. One day the Lord will come and he will judge the earth on the Day of Judgement, but he will leave all the CORMAC builders on the earth to finish off the St Ives roadworks. Once again, the Stennack roundabout has been replaced by a 4 way traffic light system. I waited for ages at a red light today. Then when it finally changed, my desired route was blocked by one of their trucks. The lights then changed when I was in the junction and so I had to blind reverse around a digger into oncoming traffic in order to change my route. It's just not on. Britain is going to the dogs! Polish migrants have taken my job! There are paedophiles living in my neighborhood and the Muslims are taking over Britain! Where is my Daily Mail?!

I saw a man reading a Daily Mail the other day. I was waiting in the car at the stables for Amy to finish her lesson and he was sat in this Mercedes reading his Daily Mail. His wife was straight out of the 80s, with a Bonnie Tyler perm, pearl necklace & cream suit to match. I often look at people with more money than me and like to think that they probably very angry bitter people deep down who are very unhappy with their lives. Like the dragons in dragons den. The one thing they have in common is a default setting of 'miserable' whenever someone comes into the den. Ideas aren't met with enthusiasm but with criticism. I hate the whole notion of guilty until proven innocent. The world works on it and it chokes me.